“Too late. You said I could choose. Now you’re stuck. Serves you right for making me watch Jane go through all those hellish hours.” He turned and walked back toward the gate. “But at least you’re giving me something interesting to do. Keeping a Judas tricked and lassoed could be a challenge. I thought I was going to have to go back to digging into Fiona and MacClaren history for Jane. There was only so much more I could find out about them…”

Caleb shook his head as he watched him walk away. Though he was sure Rodland was the best man for the job, he wasn’t sure that he wanted him to do it. That’s what was wrong about forming an attachment to a person. There were always second thoughts and sometimes regrets. Jane accepted the concept without thinking because people were so important to her and therefore worth the risk. But he hadn’t learned to do that yet. She’d even become involved with the story of Fiona and was still searching for the truth that—

He stiffened and gave a low whistle. “Fiona.” He was suddenly once more gazing up at the lights in Jane’s room. Then he reached for his phone and dialed her. Her voice was tentative when she answered. “Caleb? Are you all right? Did that wound—”

“I’m fine. I realize you’re not in the mood to talk to me right now. You’ve been closing me out because that’s what I did to you. But I was sitting down here by the fountain, and I had a thought. I’m going to hang up, but after I do, I want you to think about Fiona.”

“Fiona? Why?”

“Just think about her. This has always been her story. If you decide you want to talk about her, call me back.”

He cut the connection.

He waited.

She called him back in seven minutes. “What are you doing sitting down there on that damn fountain? Get up here.”

“You’re sure?”

“I wouldn’t have called you back if I wasn’t sure.” Her voice was crackling with energy. “Get up here. We’ve got work to do!”

*  *  *

Caleb was grinning when she opened the door. “What work?”

“You know what work.” She turned and went back into the bedroom. “You spelled it out to me. Judas to furnish the chicanery, an intriguing story to lure Bohdan.” She glanced at him over her shoulder. “And very sharp teeth.” She gestured to the files scattered on her bed. “I’ve been working all evening on finding a Judas. I’ve narrowed it down to two, though I have a preference. But I haven’t thought about the intriguing lure for Bohdan yet.”